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As you can see, I have an air cast on my ankle now. I HEALED MYSELF!!! I am so happy! Also, there is a wallaby sniffing my leg. In our zeal to get my cast off and get poison pumped into my body, we neglected to spray for the wallabies. Now they’re everywhere. (I’m kidding, of course–you can tell that’s not our house because the floors are nice.)
That was the first thing we did after I got the cast off-visit one of Don’s co-worker’s homes that is also a zoo. (The owners are professional Animal Educators who travel places educating children and adults about animals. Neat job? Who even knew that was a job!) They had armadillos, kinkajous, coatis, chinchillas, a kookaburra, snakes, lizards, turtles and a very patient dog that put up with continual sexual harassment from the wallaby. It cheered me right up.
While I was down, which was for a bit, which sucked, I was entertaining the idea of procuring a baby armadillo that I could name Beauford T. Justice. Probably the drugs again. Me and Beauford could have cool adventures digging in the backyard–you know, any activities that don’t involve a lot of heavy reasoning, that sort of thing. I’ve always liked armadillos. Anyway, that was the story in my head that kept me going while I was sitting around at home for the last week and a half. And that’s why we went to the zoo house-to see what armadillos are all about and entertain my weird little fantasy. My armadillo review: They’re cool looking but they’re not very mellow animals. You can pet them but they don’t really understand that petting is supposed to be a positive thing. They don’t seem to think it’s a negative thing, either–they just don’t know what’s going on. It’s sort of awkward. I’ve been told you can’t put a harness on them, but they’re physical shape is such that it seems to me like that would work so I’m not ruling that out. I still kinda want one, but I kinda like that wallaby, too. I wonder if I could teach one to box…
So, in other news, I painted a painting last week.
It’s doodle-y and fun. Tra-la-la. I just wanted to see color.
Here are some things I did today that I could not do before:
1. Went and got coffee at the coffee shop.
2. Picked up something I dropped.
3. Conducted Don’s organ playing with both feet, just like a real conductor. Believe it or not, that is a physical therapy exercise I’ve been instructed to do for 3-5 min every day.
Would you like to see a picture of my ankle? It looks like a manatee flipper.
According to the internets, I had a Webber A fracture. That’s the best one to have because it’s low on the fibula and they don’t have screw anything back together. I know all about ankle fractures and exotic pets now. It’s been a rich week.
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Went to the doc on Monday to get Herceptin and a blood count. Turns out I had zero Neutrophils which means I was running around with no immune capabilities at all. You just never know-I didn’t feel horrible or anything. I had a cold so they gave me some big antibiotics for people who get Anthrax. They didn’t think I had Anthrax or anything, they just wanted to wipe out whatever was there. I was really tired I had to sit in bed all week and not be around people. I’m feeling pretty good now.
T-Bone the hedgehog came downstairs to sleep on my foot last night. He didn’t actually come down willingly-I held him to my chest while I slid down the stairs on my butt. T-Bone is not down with that form of transportation. I don’t blame him–it’s pretty bouncy. I don’t like it much either. He’s a good sport.
Well, if I think of something to say, I’ll let you know. There is zero going on here.